1 2 3 Scatter'd the fhades of death and night, 1 Where faints in light our coming wait, HYMN XVIII. For public Mercies and Deliverances. SALV H 5 3 3 Thus is thy glorious pow'r ador'd HYMN XX. Which may be used at Sea or on Land. 'L ORD! for the just thou doft provide ; thou art their fure defence! Eternal Wisdom is their guide, their help Omnipotence. 2 Though they through foreign lands fhould roam, A and breathe the tainted air In burning climates, far from home; yet thou, their God, art there. 3 Thy goodnefs fweetens ev'ry foil, makes ev'ry country please; Thou on the fnowy hills doft fmile, and smooth'ft the rugged feas! 4 When waves on waves, to heav'n uprear'd, defy'd the pilot's art; When terror in each face appear'd, I found thine ear not flow to hear, 6 Thou gav'ft the word-the winds did ceafe, 7 The raging fea was hufh'd in peace, and ev'ry wave was still! For this, my life, in ev'ry state, a life of praise fhall be; And death, when death shall be my fate, fhall join my foul to thee. HYMN XXI. Prayer and Hope of VICTORY. NOW OW may the God of grace and pow'r Defend them in the needful hour, 2 In his falvation is our hope, and in the Name of Ifrael's God Our troops fhall lift their banners up; 3 Some truft in horfes train'd for war, and fome of chariots make their boasts; Our fureft expectations are 4 1 from thee, the Lord of heav'nly hofts! Then fave us, Lord, from flavish fear, and let our truft be firm and ftrong,. Till thy falvation' fhall appear, and hymns of peace conclude our fong. W Th. HYMN XXII. For the ufe of the SICK. HEN dangers, woes, or death are nigh, Paft mercies teach me where to fly; Thine arm, Almighty God, can aid, When fickness grieves, and pains invade. 2 To all the various helps of art 3 Kindly thy healing pow'r impart; At heav'n's command reftor'd the blind; 5 But grant me nobler favours ftill, A 7 But thou, regard my contrite fighs, His blood is all fufficient found To draw the fhaft, and heal the wound. 10 What arrows pierce fo deep as fin? What venom gives fuch pain within? I W HYMN XXIII. On Recovery from Sickness." D.. HEN we are rais'd from deep diftress, We take the pattern of our praise 2 The gates of the devouring grave If he that holds the keys of death 3 When he but fpeaks the healing word, 4 If half the ftrings of life fhould break, And caft our fins behind his back, thy pow'r is all my trust!" grave; 6 He heard, and fav'd my foul from death, Ι On the fame. Y God, fince thou haft rais'd me up, thee I'll extol with thankful voice; MY Reftor'd by thine Almighty pow'r, *Isaiah xxxix. 9, &c. 2 With troubles worn, with pain opprefs'd, to thee I cry'd, and thou didst fave; Thou did'ft fupport my finking hopes, my life did'it refcue from the grave. 3 Wherefore, ye Saints! rejoice with me," with me fing praifes to the Lord; Call all his goodness to your mind, and all his faithfulness record. 4 His anger is but short; his love which is our life, hath certain ftay; Grief may continue for a night, but joy returns with rifing day! 5 Then what I vow'd in my diftrefs, in happier hours I now will give, And strive, that in my grateful verse his praises may forever live. 6 To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, the bleft and undivided Three, 1 The one fole Giver of all life, HYMN XXV. FUNERAL CONSOLATIONS. EAR what thevoice from heav'n declares to thofe in Chrift who die! HE Releas'd from all their earthly cares, 2 Then, why lament departed friends, 3 If fin be pardon'd we're fecure, The law gave fin its ftrength and pow'r; 4 The graves of all his faints he blefs'd, And rifing thence, their hopes he rais'd 5 Then joyfully, while life we have, |